The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, ornate tapestries hang from the vaulted ceiling of some kind of ancient, abandoned Buddhist temple. Like, the air's thick with incense and it's pretty humid, with water trickling out of intricately carved stone statues of various Mahayana deities. Uh, a perpetual, crescent-shaped slice of sunlight seems to be hovering just below the ceiling, despite no visible means of light entering the temple - it's somehow illuminating the walls with this really serene, warm glow. Rain is falling upwards through the cracked stone floor, silently rising into a series of antique, copper ceremonial bowls.